Our existance has been felt,
We're like a growing welt.
The Earth is starting to fight back, We better play nice or we'll all get
sacked.
What we've seen and what we've felt, Is nothing compared to the upcoming
belt.
We're hopelessly weak,
The world thinks us a freak.
The end draws near,
And so grows the fear.
God's coming home soon,
Maybe the next full moon.
Coming to take his children home,
And sinners will wash away like the sea foam.
Retribution will be swift,
We'll all be adrift.
Run home while you can,
Or wash away like the sand.


 
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